Page 62 of Mated to the Monster God
Every breath with him is urgent, fluid. Rain beats overhead, echoing our rhythm—fast, insistent, alive.
He lowers me onto an old stainless-steel counter—cold, unforgiving metal—but beneath his touch I bloom. There’s no fear. Only surrender. It’s different now—the surrender of someone who trusts, who knows it’s love steering their submission, not fear.
He kisses me with tenderness that turns fierce. His mouth is serious as thunder. Lightning blooms through the windows. I arch into him. His grip at my hips tightens.
My fingers catch in his hair—wet, tangled, slick with rain and longing. “You are mine,” he rasped earlier. It’s more than claim. It’s vow.
My breath shudders. “And I am yours,” I say, voice trembling but clear, fierce.
His fingers brush over my heart—a whisper—“I’ll die if you fall.”
The edge of panic and love slices open me.
He tilts his head, chest pressing between my breasts. “Then I won’t,” he whispers.
Every atom in me freezes, then erupts. It’s no longer protection. It’s promise. The vow of a warrior willing to reshape worlds for me.
I press forward, capturing his mouth in a kiss that burns—hot and sacred. His arms engulf me; we shatter into each other, breath stunned with devotion.
We collapse—entwined—onto years of broken tile and weapon parts. Rain cascades around us, a symphony for our communion.
This time, the heat isn’t survival. It’s love—fiery, triumphant, unafraid.
I trace the line of his jaw after, lips trembling. “I love you,” I whisper with fierce reverence.
He swallows. “I love you.”
The words shape around us like a pact. Rain drips into puddles that echo our promise.
We fall into each other—no more fear, no more defenses. Only love, raw and glorious.
In the biolab’s ruined sanctuary, with rain as witness, our souls entwine anew.
And I know—this isn’t just sanctuary. It’s the birthplace of something unbreakable.
The world around us rumbles with unspent storm, vines trembling on metal beams overhead. Sagax and I step out of the ruins of the biolab, thighs pressed tight against one another, sweat and rain steeling our resolve. The colony blazes background life—trenches freshly carved, torches flickering in the twilight—but for now, I carry him like sanctuary.
He waits, tail wrapping around me like a living rope of safety, and I press my palm to his chest. The beat of his heart thrums like a pulsing drum against my palm—steady, fierce, sure.
“Your hands saved me,” I murmur, voice raw, eyes flickering with raw emotion.
He smiles, rough edges softened by dawn. “Your courage saved me.”
I lean into the warmth of his body, air metallic and damp—a taste of victory electrocuting the sense of fear. The storm beyond waits on the horizon, thunder circling like predators at the edges, reminding us of what’s to come.
But in this moment, we exist where the violence can’t touch us.
We walk toward the barricades,where colonists bustle and guns hum. Mud caked on boots, wet cloth on skin, fear in every heartbeat—but we carry quiet flame between us now. We don’t speak until we reach the line.
Morty drags another barrel of ammo through the muck. I catch his eye—mud-slicked and brave. “Stay safe,” I say.
He nods, voice tight. “You too.”
I don’t dismiss him; I offer a true wish.
Beside me, Sagax bends down to whisper to little Summer—eyes wide, she clutches her mother’s apron. His tail brushes her ankle. She giggles at the comfort—magic. My chest lifts.
I head to the med area where Tara hands out extra medigel. I catch her eye—we share solidarity forged in blood and hope. I nod and she passes me a fresh satchel.
